Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 165

Smut ur welcome

In the morning, after having breakfast, Remington calls Abigail to let her know he's feeling a bit better today, and to thank her for letting him sit and salk to her even though they don't have a session scheduled until tomorrow.

"I'm glad you can come to me," she says, "I'd always rather you come to me if you need to, okay? I'll always make sure you have time to talk about what you need to talk about."

Remington pokes Andy when the man crouches down infront of him and fixes his hair. "I know. Thank you." He sticks his tongue out at his husband, a loud laugh escaping when Andy gently bites his tongue. "Sorry," he says to Abigail, smiling. "Andy's being silly."

The man shakes his head, amused, and kisses Remington briefly before standing up.

"I've got a client in five minutes. Have a good day, Remington. You sound cheerful this morning. It's good to hear."

"I am cheerful," he responds, "I don't know why, but I am. See you tomorrow." He hangs up and looks at Andy who's replacing the flowers on the mantle piece. "Hey Andy, you know your black hoodie? The one with the writing on the arm."

Andy hums. "I do know."

"Yeah, so where is it?"

"I think you're blind."

Remington frowns. "But I want it," he whines, "you have to take it off." He stands up and wraps his arms around Andy. "Please? I'll love you forever and ever and ever."

"But I thought you did that anyway," the man says, pulling away and looking at the younger's face. "Everytime I look at you I am blown away by your beauty."

The compliment leaves Remington blushing. "What beauty?" He asks, like he genuinely doesn't understand what Andy means.

"Now now, don't be silly. You are the most beautiful in every way."

Remington looks at him like he's telling the biggest lie. "Hoodie?" He asks again, batting his eyeashes.

Andy chuckles. "But what if I want it, kitten?"

"But I want it," Remington whines, pushing his hand under the hoodie and making direct contact with Andy's skin. "You're not wearing a shirt," he observes, looking down when Jenny meows up at them.

"Correct. Has she been fed?"

The younger shrugs. "Not by me. Dunno why you're asking. The smell makes me feel sick." He leans into Andy with a soft, satisfied hum. "Hoodie?"

"You can have literally any other one of my hoodies, sweetie," Andy says, running fingers through Remington's hair. "Why'd you want this one?"

Remington kisses his husband. "B'cause," he mumbles against his lips, "I'm weird and I just do." He kisses Andy again, humming quietly and pressing his body against Andy

Jenny meows again. Andy chuckles. "I better feed her."

"Oh, but you're so warm and nice." He draws out the words, pushing his crotch into Andy with a needy whine.

Smut ahead

Andy hums, practically purring the words, "you're hard," as he pushes Remington up into him, hand low on his back.

The younger breathes through a moan. "Mm, do that again," he begs, his head falling onto Andy's shoulder when the man repeats his action. "I still want the hoodie."

"Course you do, sweetheart."

Remington whimpers.

"Here, turn around," Andy suggests, and Remington does. The older slides his hand down his lover's chest, grabbing him through his jeans.